This past weekend we went travelling to Charlotte, Vermont, a town where I lived as a young child. Charlotte is a town where my grandparents bought land and waterfront of Lake Champlain in 1938. My grandparents travelled from Sweden when they were very young. When Grandpa was successful he and his son Walter wanted to have a dairy farm. They shopped together, and found land that reminded Grandpa of Sweden. Here I am taking a photo of a small stretch of lake front. This area is what we girl cousins, called Mermaid Cove – where we went skinny dipping.
This was a family get together, visiting farm cousins and farm places. We weren’t all together every minute but my brother Tony (he has his back to us) had a B&B place to stay in and he took us on an amazing tour of the gardens around the Main House.
The land around the owner’s house was made of elegant gardens. Lots of peonies on a beautiful spring day.
There was an array of squares, wonderful for wandering. Hard to tell from afar the flowers within the square.
This square offered more than plants, but I am not sure what to call this decoration. It certainly makes the square even more elegant.
As lovely as the squares are, walks among the trees are magical. I only wish we could name some of the trees. There are many beautiful trees in many sizes, shapes and colors on this farm
The stroll was breathtaking.
Before we left these beautiful gardens we stopped in to see the charming little B&B Cottage.
The bedroom is quite large, but there are smaller areas including a little kitchen Visiting here was the end of our tour. We are hoping to visit Charlotte again this summer but I don’t think this cottage will be available. My brother got lucky!
We had family dinners, and I held forth about my years on the farm, and in school. My two room school (one up and one down) had classes 1,2,3 downstairs, and classes 4,5,6 upstairs. There were 32 children in my classroom. The building did not have plumbing, or heating beyond the woodstove, but the teacher brought in a large crock of water, and the mothers took turns bringing in hot soup for lunch during the winter. We all kept cups in our desks for drinks and the cups came from cow feed bags. Oh, I remember it well!